Hello everyone,
Lately, I have been doing a lot of soul searching as to why I am so unhappy in my current job on a med-surg floor. Here's what I've concluded regarding my own influences:
I may have gone into nursing with a biased outlook. I entered nursing school as a true calling, for the sole purpose of helping people- for making a difference in their lives. The other positives I have found are the money, the respect I feel for what I do, the availabity of alternative scheduling, and the vast opportunities nursing has to offer. I feel there will always be a nursing job for me. I like learning skills, attaining new knowledge and performing medical interventions; I enjoy being in an intelligent profession.
Overall, I care a great deal for people and I want to help them to help themselves and to recover from whatever illness they suffer, or ease them into a painless death when it comes to that. I love the idea of wholistic nursing care. I love smiling on a job-well done where I truly connect with a patient. I love going home and feeling I made a difference somehow. I love a spiritual day's work.
Herin lies my dilema; In working as a nurse now for 6 months, I have discovered how much stress and demanding work this is. I may have overestimated my abilities to help people. I could be the most charismatic nurse on the planet, bend over backwards to teach them and help them, but in the end, I haven't made much of a difference. I'm beginning to believe that nursing doesn't allow for life-altering interventions. I feel like a drug-dealer with many of my patients, I feel like a waitress with others, I feel like a useless remote control for everything they don't feel like doing and I happen to be there. I feel my kindness/generosity is often taken for granted with many patients. There are the few and precious patients who do not act in this way, but they are far outweighed by those who demand more.
I'm ranting now but these are true feelings surfacing that I didn't realize would affect my career so strongly. Has anyone out there faced these types of feelings and lived to tell a tale of happiness? Is there no area of nursing I can truly feel I'm doing God's work or will I have to settle for the concept that nursing is just a job? Or was I seriously misinformed and overly zealous about what nursing could be? (I am transfering to a hospice unit in a few weeks in hopes I can be the type of nurse I started this journey to become.)
Please, any responses welcome, I would love to hear them.
Reaching for hope,
JacelRN